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| This photo because I miss going to new restaurants in the city with you |
Living away from home, I would always boast that I’m this
really independent person who can easily walk into an unknown city and make
that home too. (But, the lights have to be switched on throughout the night in
my room, because you know, devils). I can proudly say that in 5 years, there
has not been one moment when I have been homesick (Mummy, I still love you).
But the truth is, there have been people that I have met who
made me not miss home, who became family. And Miss Paul was my one-woman-army. I
mean family.
Why am I writing this today? Because it’s her birthday. And
I was late in wishing her, also because like a needy puppy she messaged me
saying, “Do I have to ask for a post now?”. Well, that’s after she messaged me
at 1 pm IST, when I was a few drinks down and listening to blaring Yo Yo Honey
Singh songs while trying to hold a friend who whispered into my ear *hold me I
will fall*, “Hi, it’s my birthday”.
Even though we are miles away, there has not been a day that
has gone by when I haven’t spoken to her. Be it her confusion about attending
a play or a talk by two authors, both happening at the same time,
or her skyping with me to show how amazing a burger looks there or when she became my Christina Yang to tell me "he's not the sun, you are", well, we have
managed to keep each other entertained, even now.
But, if there’s one person I miss more than words could ever
put together, it’s Miss Paul. But keeping aside my selfish want of hoping that
she was still in the city, I feel like a proud mother every time I talk to
someone about how she just spent 57 pounds buying some amazing clothes or
even one someone says something as awkward and sweet as “you’ve got a book in
you, Amrita”.
Because you do Miss Paul. You do.
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